Go fishing – on every day off
Fishing – by the lazy river in the shade
We take the equipment and the old woman
and we hang a note on the door
We don’t come back until Thursday
we venture near Warka
To fish – to breathe in the cold
To fish – to tick the waters with a reflection
Swallow from the flask with one face
To look at the sky with the other
Go fishing…
And you can also hunt mushrooms
For mushrooms – full forest in aromas
For mushrooms – listen before you go, let’s check the gas
Let’s take a few drops of something
And let’s hang about it on the door
That we set off on Saturday
because we felt like it
For mushrooms – porcini mushrooms here and wild boar there
a boar, furious with me… eh… Let’s take a sip
We don’t have to swallow a lot to stop being afraid of a wild boar
because if, if a bigger sip
it’s for lions, and why not for lions’
Na lwy’ by – na Gorąco Czarny Ląd
to the lions’ would – if, if a little closer from here
yes, a man would take ammunition
Export plum brandy
He would have inscribed the door with the inscription:
“An expedition was undertaken”
at the lions’ by – you look at the male, so trrrach him
And here is a lioness – drowning in tears
We are getting terribly stupid
‘Cause this lion must be dead
so isn’t it better to go fishing
or for mushrooms
or go fishing
in any case, not for lions’
Or maybe fish in mushrooms, stewed?

Dusk entered quietly through the hall –
Your profile like a shadow
dissolved into the darkness.
Dusk, so – I think it’s time –
Your smile has faded
and it’s sad around…
At dusk I’ll open the door quietly
and you won’t see how hard it is for me,
how hard it is for me to walk,
when your twilight covered my face
and I don’t know if you have
Regret in my eyes
Or maybe – dusk?
There’s a lot of silence between us
and very few words.
I’m afraid to hear more words –
to say: “Speak”…
I don’t know what’s behind the silence –
I don’t know if you want to know.
So maybe it’s better to cover it
Words and silence twilight.
Dusk entered quietly through the hall –
Your profile like a shadow
dissolved into the darkness.
Dusk, so – I think it’s time –
Your smile has faded
and it’s sad around…
At dusk I’ll open the door quietly
and you won’t see how hard it is for me,
how hard it is for me to walk,
when your twilight covered my face
and I don’t know if you have
Regret in my eyes
Or maybe – dusk?

Without you I’m so sad,
like a procession in the rain against the wind
Without you, I’m deprived of the desire for the whole world
Without you, I’m not pretty without any chance with the ladies
Without you, I’m helpless, like a dog that fell out of the sleigh
Without you, I’m too short for a long journey through the world
Without you I’m tiny and hail can knock me out
Without you, I’m as boring as academies “hello”
Without you, I’m so hard that it’s hard to bear me
Without you I’m incomplete, like a quarter or a half of something
Without you, I’m a complete balloon, a scoundrel and an ox
Whoever you are, put something on you and move
Get up from the table, get up from the name day, leave, give up the dishes and come
With you I will be cheerful, because where would I get sorrow from
With you I’ll be similar in structure to rocks
With you I will be intoxicating when it comes to my voice
With you I’ll be handsome with a beauty as strong as a blow
With you I will be subtle, like the scent of lupine in the fields
With you I will be as brave as the one who died our king
With you I will be an artist from the emotions of the soul to tears
With you I’ll be as intelligent as a demon
With you in one person Ephebe will be I,
be a poet, a sage…
And when it comes to women – be a big blonde!
So who would you be, put something on and go!
If you are in a dream – get out of the sheets, stretch and come.

Stacyjka Zdrój, the town next to it
And above the town I see this
How low the sky is flowing
On whose name the smoke writes…
The market is always more populous
When the market at the old well
At the gate of the rectory a grandfather is dozing
And the wind is blowing chestnuts…
I keep coming back to the white ignition
On the train that carried the summer
Six merry birches greeted him
six of them bid farewell to the worried birches…
A short road from the station
The green old gate will creak softly:
-“How are you?
I once knew a face like this…”
And then the hall… someone opens the door…
Voices moved… yours and my…
And then the shadow… and everything disappears…
and Stacyjka Zdrój is already missing

I don’t know how to talk to you anymore
so that you understand me
Confirm me in my affection, because it is weakening
Confirm me or I’ll act rudely
Strengthen me, instead of yelling, support me
You be better than others, I beg you
You don’t love anymore, so go away
whether it’s a drama or a skit
yes, yes, but
isn’t it a better thing
to reaffirm?
Hello, Dzidek, are you still here?
Hello, please don’t hang up,
No, it’s not a long-distance
It’s interpersonal.
Grandpa, don’t leave the wire”
Confirm me in this tension that lets go
Strengthen them, fuel them, insulate them
Be wise, where would you not get the strength to do it
Above your modest mind be
and confirm me…
Confirm me

When there was nowhere to go next – which way or what for,
when fate hid my tomorrow from my today
starless, dense night I knew
that I would not have enough strength for any other path,
but to go to you through the evil trails dust
I always, always can.
To you I was going – to you, my beloved,
I was going to you – the goal was giving me back my strength.
I’ve been going to you – since I don’t know anymore,
I was going to you – through life without you.
I walked to you from afar, from afar,
I was going to you – I believed that you were waiting.
I was going to you – I was going for you
through an empty world.
I’ve been going to you – for years.
When I met you, a bright string sang in the background of the guitar.
The moon burned in colored glass
– the melody that was coming towards us
I understood then that it was you
– the one with whom I go to dance,
and – that one day you will surely say to me: “Come”,
And I will definitely come.
I walked to you – through empty streets,
I was going to you – marked by the moon.
I was going to you – lights of hope.
I was going to you – not to go any more…
From you I walked down the street of awakenings,
I walked from you without tears and without illusions.
I walked from you – I walked without you
through an alien world.
Without you – as it has been for years.

In the mornings I get up, pretty,
Lyrical and appetizing.
Then I’ll brush something like a swallow,
Then I’ll fall asleep in the sun like a bee,
Until the clouds wake me up to the shadow,
To buzz all day.
But when the evening darkness descends
I become a ghastly type:
My face is turning pale, my hair is thinning,
My front ones break down.
And let only the wind whistle
I fall into a hellish twist.
Seeing me in the hellish tweet
You’d go crazy!
The lion would have staggered with fear!
I’m unbearable,
Because in addition to the above-mentioned features
I’m twisted by a ghastly laugh:
Ha, ha, ha… Ha, ha, ha…
And in the morning I get up again, pretty,
Lyrical and appetizing.
Then I’ll brush something like a swallow,
Then I’ll fall asleep in the sun like a bee,
Until the clouds wake me up to the shadow,
To buzz all day.
But when the evening darkness descends
I become a ghastly type:
My face is turning pale, my hair is thinning,
My front teeth are rotting down.
By this ghastly thing, alas,
Women are discouraged.
By day they love me on the surface,
And they dump me after dusk.
How many defeats will I experience before
I will not meet such a lady,
What besides the above-mentioned features
She could stand this laughter:
Ha, ha, ha… Ha, haha…